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CUK: Hang on, whosɛ turn is it?

CGW: UK you triggered my word, now my voice will be heard. To think you could survive would be absurd. That much I am sure you have gathered.

CUK: I appɛar to havɛ sprung your trap. Now you will hɛar my attɛmpt at rap. It's not that grɛat, I must confɛss, in fact it's sort of bɛcoming a mɛss.

CGW: Your initials may be the greatest countrie on earth, but you are in my turf. You are going to get beaten, black and blue . I think I platonically pity you.

CUK: I'm alrɛady bluɛ, can't you sɛɛ? And I guɛss i'm flattɛrɛd that you pity mɛ. It's a complimɛnt, ɛvɛn if it is platonic, and my bad rapping appɛars to bɛ chronic.

CUK: [[Two whitɛ guys having a rap battlɛ. Just anothɛr day in TorDF.]]

CMA: [[ It is like you're serenading each other ]]

CUK: [[Pfft.]]

CGW: I can see very well, as I am sure you can tell. My pity should not make you feel good, my pity should make rage run through your blood.

CUK: I'm not thɛ toughɛst, i'll bɛ thɛ first to admit, but I likɛ to think I havɛ at lɛats somɛ wit. I'm not onɛ to gɛt angry, if that wasn't quitɛ clɛar. Now lɛt's stop this battlɛ, it's gɛtting quitɛ quɛɛr.

CGW: Your lack of toughness is plain to see, gee it really saddens me. This battle is getting queer, but isn't that a good thing my dear? No homo.

CGW: (( I lied. ))

CGW: (( All the homo. ))

CMA: [[ All of it ]]

CUK: If I must rap onɛ morɛ round, I supposɛ that's okay. And unfortunatɛly for you, I just don't swing that way. Now wɛ'rɛ clogging up thɛ mɛmo, pɛoplɛ want to play, so you should ɛithɛr shut up and sit down, or not stay.

CGW: I refuse to let you have the last turn, just because you are getting hit by sick burn after sick burn. I don't swing that way either, and you have the word play of Macgyver. They can play the game around us, while we keep up the buzz.

-- CURRENT generalWanker [CGW] Sits down smugly. --

CUK: If you'rɛ gonna bɛ stubborn, you'll bɛ disappointɛd bɛcausɛ I won't bɛ giving up until with swɛat you'rɛ anointɛd. To rɛspond to my truth, my rapping's sub-standard at bɛst. Now GW, your turn, unlɛss you'rɛ nɛɛding a rɛst?

CGW: I am as stubborn as a mule, especially when it comes to fools. There is no way I will be the first to give, not while I live.

CUK: Whɛn I said it was your turn, I mɛant to ask: Truth or darɛ? Now whilɛ thɛ art of rapping you spurn, i'vɛ at lɛast madɛ you morɛ awarɛ.

CGW: Ah, that makes more sense, especially in this tense. I would like a truth, becaue the chance of you daring me to stop were through the roof.

CGW: (( If this ends in homoerotic kissing between UK and GW I swear to god, I won't stop laughing for hours. ))

CUK: I didn't havɛ that plannɛd, though you wɛrɛ wisɛ to choosɛ that. Now your quɛstion is this: If you wɛrɛ givɛn a hat that could amplify your mind's powɛr to control thosɛ of othɛrs, whosɛ mind would you altɛr to murdɛr thɛir mothɛrs?

CUK: [[Oh jɛɛz, mɛ too. I can picturɛ UK gɛtting carriɛd away and doing ALL thɛ hatɛmakɛouts.]]

CGW: That would have been a great plan, but you seem to not be a clever man. I would require a alt, because that kind of shit should stay in your mind's vault.

CGW: (( All of them? ))

CGW: (( That is a lot of hate makeouts. ))

CUK: It's not that bad in my opinion. Now your altɛrnatɛ truth: If you had a minion who was ablɛ to gɛt any pɛrson to hatɛ yoursɛlf, who would bɛ your caliginous datɛ?

CGW: You seem to be ruining out of ryhmes, I knew it was only a matter of time. A intresting truth, but answering it would make me seem like a goof. I will go for the first, which was definetly the worst. I would have to say, the first person I see would be the one I force to make slay.

CUK: I don't bɛliɛvɛ my flow of rhymɛs is slowing, in fact, my rɛsɛrvoir is practically ovɛrflowing. Now i'll bɛ back in a tick, I havɛ things to do that arɛ much morɛ important than rapping with you.

CGW: Tick and you do not rhyme, please improve or stop wasting my time. I will take this as you giving up, I win the rapper's cup.